Bicycles racing
hot sun shining
down the purple
street fair with
baubles and taco trucks
peddling hot sauce
to children sliding
down a sliding slide
of silver stars
burning through the
atmosphere of hot
sauce after a long
day of bicycle riding.
Posted by: patriciamar | May 10, 2017
Tea Time Poetry #3
Posted in Art, food, poetry, writing | Tags: bicycles, found poem, hot sauce, jane, poetry, whole earth
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